I'm on a conference call right now, and the only thing going through my head is "Sex is on Fire". It's my newest music obsession - Kings of Leon. My acting partner is also in love with them, and she's going to see them Halloween night...well, at least she THINKS she's going to see them Halloween night. Turns out her boyfriend of three years that she was living with bought her the tickets, then they broke up, but they are still living together, so she's pretty sure that she still has a right to those tickets. I wonder what a court of law would say.
The biggest issue that I have with all of this is that I feel slightly jipped. I don't even care that this album is getting shot down by critics. I love these TN boys no matter what. My biggest issue is that is that they were supposed to give me more tracks, and they didn't. I guess it wasn't just me, but I sure feel like it.
Shoot, I just blurted out, "Jesus don't love me" on a conference call. I'm doomed.
Use Somebody, Be Somebody. I love it.
The paradox of insular language
2 years ago
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